Swirls around my open head for days State a place for you to lay The most beautiful of minds down Softest cheeks that press so lightly From this side I can see you Out the corner of my eye It doesn't really matter How many times you say no Cause I've seen bad hands Continuously reflecting My thoughts that so And I know That it's only about Touching, loving you
But my mind It feels good Swirls around my open head for days Made a place for you to lay The most beautiful of minds down Pinkest lips that kiss so nicely Not as nice as maybe the thought of Having you inside me Of having you rest inside me Of having you beside me Of having you inside me Oh you are my native speaker It's fine, it's fine, it's fine It's fine